Home and Poem Carve

Home again....2 years in painful exile and in pain. The house revisioned, changed

yet the spot to rest remains 

my catalpa stands tall

though scarred

and the wild wooly yard

pushes beloved bulbs

through melting snow

o my dear humble cherished

home!

I signed up for a poem swap---pariticipants were to choose

a poem and carve an image for it.

Much as I love carving, I find these editions

of 20 plus, exhausting, and i think this

will be my last. I think I can do 10 comfortably

maybe even 15 but I'm huffing and puffing

on the way to 26.

I had another poem and another image and started

another carve.... that was more about winter.

But this poem arrived and I sketched something beside it,

with my purple pen.

Then I did a pencil sketch

Then I drew on the block

And here's a test print.

I thought i might carve leaves for the trees...

and stamp the green....but

I don't know, depends on energy